Ankyra Sound Wretched thing

So they didn't want her catch, her shoulders would slack at his words; what once threatened vicious retort turned far more demure. She sat back onto her haunches and stared at the two, wide-eyed and shrunk down. He spoke all strange, but now she could at least derive understanding from what he said. 

Sapphique? Another pack? The presence of the other made that seem like the logical answer.

...Belong to? ...Nobody. I'm my own wolfe. Don' need the others. Don' want them either. She remarks with a flicker of disdain lacing the words that fell from pale jaws.

She missed the comfort of pack life, that was certain, but there was little love to be lost between her old comrades. How dare they, after all. None could understand her plight, her cravings, her desires. It was for the best that she'd been cast away to forge her own path, though the hunger that had plagued her since argued against that point.